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a/n: This is a sidestory while doing Espada Tales. It's probably go for 2 or 3 chapters. Enjoy.

It was a sunny day, with a pleasant breeze, making the trees sway, as if they were dancing in the light. It was perfect, for a graduation day.

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"Grimmjow! Grimmjow!" Ulquiorra waved and ran up to Grimmjow, who was a graduating student that year. He was wearing the graduation robes, the scholar hat, and held his graduation certificate proudly in his hand. "Congratulations on graduating!" Ulquiorra shot Grimmjow a sweet smile, and looked up at him.

"Thanks Ulquiorra!" Grimmjow looked down at his underclassman, patting him on the head and smiling back. Ulquiorra looked so cute when he smiled, but it soon disappeared, when Ulquiorra asked him the next question.

"It's great, but, I can't see you anymore, can I? We're not gonna be going to the same school together, and you're going overseas, aren't you?" Ulquiorra looked sad, and spoke to the ground. He felt like he couldn't face Grimmjow; the thought of never being able to see him again hurt.

"Of course we can see each other! I'll promise to come back once in a while and visit you, okay? We can e-mail each other, so it's ok!" Grimmjow continued to mess Ulquiorra's hair up until it became all ruffled and messy.

"Really? You'll really do that?" Ulquiorra's eyes lit up. He seemed a lot happier.

"Mmmhmm! You bet! Actually, take this." Grimmjow took out his sword and shoved it in Ulquiorra's hands. He was head of the swordsmanship club, and owned an extremely beautiful and powerful sword. "You want to become a swordsman too, right? Take my sword; it's a gift for you."

Ulquiorra couldn't believe his eyes. This sword, for him?! "No! I can't take this! It's yours!" Ulquiorra tried to hand it back to Grimmjow.

"Ha! No way!" Grimmjow brushed Ulquiorra's hand down. "You touched it so now it's yours 'cause it's got your germs on it! Hahaha!" Grimmjow teased Ulquiorra, in hope that after saying that he would accept it. "Oh, I gotta go now. Sorry about that. Take good care of the sword, I promise I'll see you again!" Grimmjow then continued to run off into the distance, waving, catching up with his other friends, and then disappearing from Ulquiorra's sight.

Ulquiorra swore he would take good care of the sword, and he would wait for Grimmjow to come back and visit him one day, no matter how long it took.

Ulquiorra was sitting at his desk one morning, doing his homework. It had been a few weeks since his last encounter with Grimmjow. Grimmjow had told him he'd be on the plane after two weeks of his graduation. He had e-mailed him but he never replied. Ulquiorra thought he was just busy with work maybe, and didn't have time to talk to him.

He turned on the radio, and decided to listen to the news headlines. For some reason, he felt he should've never turned the radio on. He got a bad feeling, as soon as he did.

It was too late now, it was already sounding, and Ulquiorra listening to it.

'Another two mysterious robberies have occu—'

Ulquiorra switched the channel.

'—has crashed. Unfortunately, there have been a few deaths and missing people as the plane plummeted into the ground upon losing control. We have confirmed the names of a few of the deaths…'

Ulquiorra turned the radio on louder.

'…Ria Halibel, Kaname Tosen and Grimmjow Jeagerjaques.'

Ulquiorra's eyes widened. He turned the radio off. He couldn't be dreaming, could he? Grimmjow was dead? Just a few weeks ago, he was alive and well. Just a few weeks ago, he was talking to him. Grimmjow promised him they'd meet again one day. He promised he would go and visit. But now he can't. What happened to the promise ?It could never be fulfilled. Ever. All those bonds, all those memories shattered. Ulquiorra couldn't bear the thought. The pain went into him like a twisted knife in his heart.

He could never be with Grimmjow again. He could never do things with him again. Everything was gone. Maybe it would've been better if he never found out. He would rather just think he was busy. Shocked and upset, Ulquiorra decided he would go outside for a walk. Maybe getting some fresh air would make him feel better.

He got out of the house and started to wonder aimlessly. He had walked pretty far from his house. He would cross the road on the next crossing and turn back. He pressed the button and waited for the pedestrian light to turn green, even if there were no cars. When it finally did, he crossed the road. He walked slowly, but there were no cars, so he could take a little more time, he thought.

But he was wrong. Out of the intersection came a speeding car, heading towards his direction. Too close to dodge. Too scared to move. Too fast to stop. Too quick to happen.

*SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECCCHHHHHHH*

There was red everywhere, and then everything went black.

"*gasp*" Ulquiorra was flung awake from his deep sleep. He was sweating a lot, and gasping for air.

As Ulquiorra slowly regained his breath, he thought of why such a nightmare would occur. In the human world? Going to school? Grimmjow? Dying?

Then it hit him. That was his past.

a/n: Chillax! that's just the beginning, so don't think it's the end. Sry for long flashback if you hate them